Bitten, swollen and tick-infested (I pulled three of the disgusting little buggers off), I couldn't face another day on the trail with the heat and the bugs. Saturday's hike was enough.

So Sunday I elected for a different plan. That rarest of rare occurrences: A planless day.

I slept in. Late. Made two pots of coffee and drank it all. Leisurely like. I took a lazy walk in the woods behind my house. Then hopped on my newly refurbished 12-speed Bianchi (thanks Craig!) and rode through the neighborhood streets for awhile.

And just when I thought I'd exhausted myself with all this heavy duty activity, I went downtown for a cruise through the Old Port Festival.

After some great music of a wide variety, a full compliment of unhealthy foods in my belly, and a cold beer later, I was wiped.

A day off from the trail sure can be tough...